Here’s this month’s prompt:
Person A: “I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.”
Person B: “She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”
From the backseat, Caroline could hear the two men arguing.
“I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” That was the guy behind the wheel.
“She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?” This was the shorter of the two men, the one who had stuffed her in the backseat of the car.
“She shouldn’t have even known we were there. It was supposed to be an in and out, grab the money and leave.”
“Well, she must have heard us or something. She came up out of the basement and, uh…” Here the guy in the passenger seat trailed off, sounding kind of sheepish.
“Uh, what?” The driver said, sounding irritated.
“She saw my face, alright? I told her to get in the freezer after that and I was going to lock in her but she wouldn’t listen and since I figured she could probably describe me, I thought I should bring her with.”
The car suddenly lurched to the right in a squeal of tires. “How. How.” The driver took a couple of deep breaths. “How in the name of all that is holy did she see your face? You’re wearing a mask!”
“I took it off.” It came out barely more than a whisper.
“I’m sorry. You what?”
“I took if off. It was itchy.” This time the passenger’s voice had a definite whine to it. “I told you I didn’t want to wear it in the first place. I don’t like masks.”
“You flaming idiot! The whole point of the mask is so people won’t see our faces. And then you go and take it off.”
“That’s why I brought her with. So she can’t tell nobody what we look like.”
At this point, Caroline had to stifle a giggle in the backseat. These had to be the two worst burglars in the world. Not just inept, but totally stupid. She continued to work at the apron that had been tied around her hands, figuring that if she could get free she had a good chance getting away from these idiots.
The car was still pulled over to the curb so Caroline decided to take a chance. “Hey, fellas?”
Both guys jumped and turned around to stare at her, now sitting up in the backseat with her hands in her lap.
“Hello.” She gave a little half wave and smiled.
“What the hell are you doing up?” The driver turned to the other guy. “Couldn’t you at least tie her up properly?”
“I thought I did!” He flinched as the driver smacked him in the back of the head.
“Boys. Boys!” Caroline smiled again as they turned to look back at her. “Did you maybe forget something?” She held up the bag of money they had taken from the coffee shop and waived it like a cape in front of a bull.
The two men looked at each other in horror. They started scrambling over each other to try climb into the backseat. As they fought to fit through the tiny space, Caroline opened the unlocked (how dumb were they?) back door and slipped out of the car. She wouldn’t have much time, but she thought she could make this work.
Caroline took off running as fast as she could down the dark side street toward the park that was nearby. If she could get enough of a head start she could lose them in the woods on the other side. She wasn’t the captain of her track team for nothing and those guys weren’t going to win any Olympic medals. She could hear them huffing and puffing behind her but their footsteps were falling farther and farther away.
Caroline made it to the trees and slowed to look behind her. The burglars were doubled over in the middle of the street trying to catch their breath, she was afraid one of them might have a heart attack. As they were still trying to recover, Caroline turned and kept making her way through the woods, slower now so she wouldn’t fall in the dark.
Eventually, Caroline made it home without any more issues. She had managed to lose the guys entirely, she figured they had given up on her. Once safely in her room, she looked in the bag and saw the men had taken about half of what was in the register at the end of the night, about a thousand dollars. All of that for a thousand dollars.
Sitting on her bed, she considered. She could return it to her boss in the morning. She could do that. Or, she could pretend as though they had broken in after she had left for the evening and consider this a bonus. After all, her boss was a tool. Always staring at her chest, making her close by herself, it wasn’t a great job. Her boss probably wouldn’t even report it, he didn’t report most of his income so why report a robbery? Yeah, this was going to be nice little bonus.
If she ever saw that burglar again, she just might have to say thank you.
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